by Jennifer Frisbie | Aug 20, 2015 | Faith, Family, Grace, Humble
Not long ago, God woke me in the middle of the night to tend to my youngest. I could say that Willow’s sweet, soft voice calling out to me in the dark was the reason my tired feet hit the floor at 2 a.m. but now I know better. God uses moments like these to...
by Jennifer Frisbie | May 30, 2015 | Broken, Faith, Grace, Humble
So in my quest to reorganize, redecorate and repurpose every square inch of our house (oh, how I wish I were kidding, but nesting isn’t just for the pregnant mom-to-be) I came across a questionable object found at the top of one of my kitchen cabinets. It was...
by Jennifer Frisbie | May 21, 2015 | Coffee For Your Heart, His Plan, Humble, Patience, Tell His Story, Temptation, Testimony Tuesday, Three Word Wednesday, Trust
Draft after draft I’ve begun to type. They pile up like a stack of junk mail near the phone. You know what I mean… The unimportant mail. The stuff we could live without. Nothing valuable like a check from a customer paying their bill. Not a letter of...
by Jennifer Frisbie | Apr 18, 2015 | Body of Christ, Compassion, Courage, Declare, Humble, loved, Two Are Better Than One
I’m searching hard to remember every last aspect of a dream I had the other night. It seems a little odd to me, because it’s never been something I’ve felt I needed to do. All that capturing in detail what happens while my eyelids are closed. To...
by Jennifer Frisbie | Mar 24, 2015 | Coffee For Your Heart, Faith, Fishing, Follow, Humble, Nets, Tell His Story, Testimony Tuesday, Three Word Wednesday, Trust
There are days that I stop and wonder what it would’ve been like had I done things a little differently in my younger years. Maybe I’d have waited to cut my hair quite so short my senior year of high school and thought about the repercussions of growing it...
by Jennifer Frisbie | Feb 19, 2015 | Five Minute Friday, Humble, Insecurities, Peace
This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is on the word open. It was easy for me to keep things bottled up. I wouldn’t confront my past. I let the enemy have a stronghold over so many places of hurt and I just wouldn’t allow God to have access to my...